In the Void of Consciousness, countless stars turned into a mirror of flowing light.
Angor looked at the mirror, which clearly showed his current appearance. However, at the center of his body, which represented the anchor point, was a bright light spot. It looked like a path of light spreading out from the darkness. Inside the light spot, countless tiny rays of light were emitted and formed a complete body.
Presumably, this light spot was the Spiritual Light that contained consciousness that Laplace had mentioned.
Angor reached out his hand and slowly touched the light spot in the mirror.
His fingers did not touch anything. Instead, the moment his fingers touched the surface of the mirror, his fingers passed through it. Along with the ripples, he sensed a familiar suction force.
He did not resist the suction and allowed it to drag his body into the mirror.
As soon as he entered the mirror, he felt himself falling. All kinds of strange images began to appear around him. Some were stars, some were mottled shadows, some were crisscrossing star paths … However, as Angor fell, the images became more and more illusory.
When the illusion reached its end, the germination of reality began to grow.
Angor opened his eyes at the same time.
Then, he saw a bright, round moon.
However, the "moon" was so close to him that it felt like it was right in front of his eyes.
As Angor stared at the huge moon, an ancient tree surrounded by colorful mist slowly emerged from the center of the moon.
Angor blinked, and the tree disappeared into the moon again. It was as if everything he saw was just a figment of his imagination.
Puzzled, he kept staring at the moon. However, the moon was slowly turning dark as if a layer of dark clouds had appeared and covered the bright jade plate.
When the full moon disappeared into the darkness, Angor once again felt weightless and falling.
This time, he was falling faster than before.
Angor could even hear the whistling of wind around him. It sounded like the howling of some kind of animal.
Several seconds later, Angor finally stood still. This time, it was different from when he stood in the Void of Consciousness. He was truly standing on the "ground".
Behind him was a boundless wasteland, and in front of him was an undulating black forest.
However, the forest of needles looked a little strange. They were like cones that grew out of the ground, without any branches or forks.
Where is this place? Didn't they say they were going to Laplace's real body? Didn't they say they wanted to see the painting? Why did they end up in this dark wasteland?
"Laplace? Angor tried to shout.
Soon, a familiar voice rang out behind him. "I'm here. "
He didn't know when Laplace showed up, but the man was slowly walking toward him.
However, the "Laplace" in front of him was slightly different from the one he usually saw.
His face was still the same, but this Laplace no longer had silver-white hair. Instead, his hair was as black as ink. Although her hair was still as long and curly as before, she used it as a seat.
In addition to the change in hair color, Laplace's pupils had also changed. Previously, his pupils were heterochromatic, but now they were golden.
His golden pupils and black hair gave him a mysterious feeling.
"You …" Angor tried to find the right words. "You created a body for yourself too?" "Laplace?"
Laplace frowned and said, "Your choice of words is as unpredictable as ever. "No."
"No, I just borrowed a clone I left here." "What?"
"A clone?" Angor looked at Laplace in confusion. "Where is this place?" "Why do you have a clone here?" "Laplace?"
Laplace gave Angor a thoughtful look and didn't answer. Instead, he lifted a strand of hair and placed it in Angor's hand.
As soon as the hair touched Angor's hand, he heard a loud, rhythmic drumming sound. It sounded like the sound of thunder.
It swept across the entire wasteland in an instant. It was as if there was no other sound in the world except for this drumming sound.
Not only was the drumming loud, but it also seemed to have some kind of magical power. Angor only listened for a few seconds before he felt like his consciousness was about to be shattered.
When Laplace's hair fell down from Angor's hand, the loud noise around them finally stopped. The feeling of his consciousness being torn apart was also slowly recovering.
Angor looked at the ordinary strand of hair in confusion. Why did he hear such a horrible noise when he touched it?
What was that sound?
What was Laplace trying to say?
"Did you think of something?" "What is it?" asked Laplace suddenly.
Angor considered and looked at Laplace. "That sound was really scary. But it had a rhythm and rhythm. Like … a heartbeat?" "Yes."
Laplace nodded. "That's right. It's a heartbeat." "Yes."
"And?" "Yes."
Angor frowned. A bolder idea popped up in his mind. "Is that your heartbeat? "Yes."
Laplace nodded again.
"My heartbeat echoed throughout the wasteland …" Angor mumbled. "You said that Tunita of the Crystaleye Race once fell into the Sea of Empty Mirrors while chasing after the legendary Mirror Monster. You saved him, and he stayed inside your body for several days." "…"
Angor looked up. "Don't tell me I'm also inside your body like Tunita?" "…"
"This wasteland, this forest of needles, is your body?" "…"
Angor's frown deepened as he spoke, and his voice grew louder and louder, which showed how surprised he was.
"You're right. You're inside my main body right now," Laplace said in a calm tone. "You're right. You're inside my main body right now. But there are two things you're wrong about. " "…"
"First, you're not like Tunita. He came here with his real body, while you're still a light spot in his consciousness. "…"
"Second, the wasteland and this forest of needles are only part of my body." "…"
To put it simply, Laplace's body was much bigger than Angor expected. As for how big Laplace was, he didn't give a specific answer. "You'll know later." "Alright."
When he confirmed that he was in Laplace's body, he felt both surprised and regretful.
Of course, Laplace's body was huge.
Unfortunately, he didn't get to see Laplace's real body.
Angor heard many rumors about Laplace's body. Some said that Laplace looked like a giant whale, some said that he was a monster from the void, and some said that he was huge and indescribable.
Angor thought that he could see Laplace's real body this time, but he didn't expect that he would directly land on Laplace's body.
As his mind went wild, he suddenly remembered the giant moon he saw earlier.
"Before I landed here, I saw a huge round moon. "There shouldn't be a moon in the Sea of Empty Mirrors. Even if it's just a projection of my memory, it shouldn't be this real. And … it's so close." "Yes."
"This moon …" He hesitated for two seconds and decided to ask, "Is it your eye? "Yes."
Angor didn't know how big Laplace's body was, but judging from the height he fell from and the size of the moon, he guessed that the moon was Laplace's eyes.
Laplace nodded. "Yes." "Yes."
It was Laplace's eyes!
Being inside Laplace's body already gave him quite a shock. Now that he learned that the "moon" was actually Laplace's eye, he calmed down a lot.
He believed that the reason why he was able to accept this "shocking" fact so calmly was because Laplace had blocked his senses.
If he could still sense the outside world, whether it was the horrifying heartbeat, the energy tides that might have permeated the surroundings, or the aura that Laplace carried, he would probably have been washed away and become an idiot.
But now, he was completely unable to sense his surroundings and could only see with his naked eyes. This alleviated a lot of unnecessary troubles and emotions.
Now he finally understood why Laplace had blocked his perception. It was all because of his good intentions.
Angor sighed in his mind, but he didn't stop asking questions.
"I was under the full moon just now … In your eyes, I saw a huge tree, and there seemed to be a rainbow-like mist lingering around it. What was that? Angor asked curiously.
Laplace considered for a long time before answering, "It's the manifestation of one of my abilities. "Alright."
He quickly realized that he was being too presumptuous by asking such a question.
He thought Laplace was trying to plant a tree in his eyes, but he didn't expect Laplace's personal ability to be so private.
Angor knew he should keep his mouth shut, especially when he was in the territory of a big boss.
Angor didn't hold back and quickly apologized.
Laplace shook his head. "It's fine. I was thinking about what to say. I'm not blaming you. It's just that this ability contains many effects, and it's a bit troublesome to explain. "
"You don't have to explain. I understand," Angor quickly said. "Alright."
"You understand?" Laplace didn't know what to say.
Angor cleared his throat. "I mean, with my current knowledge, I can't understand what you're capable of. You don't need to. I don't understand anyway. " "Alright."
He paused for a second and quickly changed the topic. "Hey, where's the painting you mentioned? Let's go check it out first. "Alright."
Laplace nodded. "... Okay. "Alright."
Next, Laplace led the way in front.
They walked into the dark forest of conifers.
Angor thought the forest was some kind of conifer, but after Laplace's explanation, he realized that the so-called conifers were actually hairs.
Moreover, these hairs were originally very luxuriant. Previously, he had seen a lot of hairs on the "wasteland".
But now, the "wasteland" appeared because of the lack of hairs.
As for why there were so few hairs? Of course, Angor would never ask such a question, but Laplace took the initiative to ask.
The hairs were one of the consumables of his body.
Although Laplace only had three active incarnations, in fact, there were many abandoned incarnations in the Forest of Memories. Most of them were made from the hair of the original body.
Sometimes, the main material of the body was the hair itself.
The more bodies there were, the more Laplace would pluck them out. After so many years, Laplace's body had been abandoned, temporarily not in use, or destroyed. As a result, Laplace had created a wasteland without body hair on his main body.
When Angor learned that hair could be used as consumables, he suddenly remembered a myth from Earth told by Jon. Well … a traveler who slayed monsters.
Aside from this myth, Angor was also curious about the hair.
If the hairs could be used as consumables to create a body, did it mean they were all supernatural materials? If it was an extraordinary material, it would probably have a very dazzling effect when used in alchemy.
Thinking about alchemy materials, Angor really wanted to use Alchemy Eye to study the hairs and see what they could be used for.
Unfortunately, he was only a telekinetic light spot, and his senses were blocked, so he couldn't use any of his abilities.
The forest of conifers was huge. Laplace and Angor walked for at least five minutes without seeing the end of it.
In Laplace's own words, this is: "This piece of land."
The hairs here are enough for me to pluck for three or four thousand years. "
A forest of conifers that could last for three or four thousand years couldn't be small.
A moment later, Laplace stopped and spoke in a soft voice, "We're here. "
Laplace stepped aside and gestured for Angor to look ahead.
There was a small house in the depth of the forest, which seemed to be made of some kind of crystal.
The shape and material of the house reminded Angor of Crystal City.
"Don't tell me this is Tunita's house? Angor asked.
Tunita lived in Laplace's body for a few days, and Tunita was a Crystaleye, so it made sense for him to build a crystal house.
Laplace nodded. "Yes, this was left behind by Tunita. Because it doesn't occupy a large area, and it can occasionally accommodate people temporarily, I didn't clean it up. "
"I put the painting I told you about in there too. "
Laplace usually swallowed the things that were fished out of the Empty Mirror Sea directly. There was a huge space in the stomach of his main body, which could not only be used for storage, but could also be used to build a city in it.
However, Laplace considered Angor's feelings and didn't think it was a good idea to eat the painting directly. He then moved the painting out of his stomach.
The only man-made "building" outside was Tunita's house, which was why Laplace chose to put the painting here.
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